Written for the prompt 'stay' on the Gibbs/Abby shipper forum.
Disclaimer: NCIS, its characters etc are not mine.
The instant the lights dimmed Abby felt his warm hand curve around her waist, the metal box that surrounded them coming to an abrupt halt. She heard the grumbling of those around her, the elevator so full with other people that her body was pressed up against Gibbs who stood behind her.
"I guess abusing that emergency switch has finally taken its toll," Abby whispered over her shoulder to him as everyone else started complaining about how they were missing out on their lunch break.
Gibbs dodged her ponytails as she twisted her head to talk to him, a smirk his only answer.
In the faint emergency lighting his silver hair shone, his blue eyes looking even more intense than they usually did. Abby had always found him attractive, but right now his sexiness was just oozing out of every pore. His masculine presence was overwhelming; his solid body pressing against her back and his large hand heavy against her.
They were so close...closer than she'd ever been to him for more than a few brief seconds. His scent invaded her; the normally mundane aromas of coffee and sawdust, mixed with his own unique smell making her heartbeat escalate as she tried to burn the fragrance into her memory. How was it that something so simple could make her so weak at the knees?
Squeezed in the corner, Abby felt every breath he took, his chest rising to softly touch her back with each inhalation. It was the barest of touches but it set her body ablaze. The simple, gentle, innocent movements were far from it for her, desire raging through her at the thought of what his muscled chest would feel like under her hands and lips.
His hips were snugly molded around her backside and Abby wondered whether the hand on her waist was to hold her in place, to stop her from trying to move away and break their contact. Or perhaps it was there to keep her still and prevent her from inadvertently nudging against him and causing even more friction between them. Either way, they were as close as they could be with clothes on...and with an elevator full of people.
Suddenly, someone at the front of the elevator shifted their posture, initiating a flow on of movement that ended in Abby's ass bumping forcefully against Gibbs' groin. She tried to ignore the slight bulge she felt and swallowed loudly, pleading with her body to behave, to not do what she wanted so badly to do and subtly rub back against him.
She wanted him, had wanted him for years. Being trapped with him like this, even though there were other people here, the closeness and the feel of him, would fuel her fantasies for months.
"You okay?" Gibbs murmured next to her ear, sending a flurry of goose bumps down her neck, across her shoulders and all the way down her back.
Abby struggled to contain the shiver that threatened to vibrate through her body, losing her ability to speak in the process, she merely nodded to answer him.
Gibbs' breath gently caressed her skin, delicately sweeping over the contours of her neck and making her tingle. She felt his fingers lightly skim further across her waist, resting on the flatness of her stomach, causing her let out an unsteady gasp.
Luckily, everyone else in the elevator was too busy whinging about being stuck to even notice what was taking place in the back corner, all their eyes were focused ahead.
"You sure?" His voice was so husky that Abby couldn't fight the urge for her eyes to briefly close.
All she could think about was how that voice would sound in the midst of passion, how he might growl when he was aroused...and how his body would bring her pleasure she'd only dreamed of.
"Uh huh," she answered softly.
She wanted to reach behind her to feel his strong thighs...to caress him through the front of his pants, but instead she searched for his free hand blindly. Her fingers lightly brushed over the back of his as they hung loosely by his side and Abby twisted her arm so she could more easily thread her fingers through his. Gibbs accepted the gesture and returned it, the contact not only giving her reassurance and comfort, but giving her something much more meaningful.
Abby wondered if it was easier for him this way; unable to see his face and read his body language completely. They'd never been afraid to show small acts of physical affection, but this was different, it went far beyond anything they'd ever done before.
For the last few weeks Abby had sensed changes in him...in them. More than once she'd thought Gibbs was going to kiss her on the lips rather than the cheek, but he'd seemed to change his mind at the last minute. She didn't want to rush him and force him into something if he wasn't ready, but their relationship was definitely changing and if this was the right time for him, Abby was willing to do whatever she needed to show him her feelings went beyond friendship.
She was more nervous than she could ever remember, but not having to look at him, gauging his responses by his actions, told her so much. This was what she had been waiting for...a sign, something to tell her that she wasn't imagining things.
Abby knew Gibbs was an incredibly private man who didn't usually share his feelings, but this time there was no need for words, he was telling her everything she wanted to hear with his body.
"Won't take 'em long to fix it," Gibbs told her, his thumb lightly stroking over the back of her hand and interrupting her thoughts.
Abby had lost all sight of what was happening around them as well as how much time had passed. The only thing she was aware of was Gibbs. As much as she wanted to get out of there and be alone with him, she also didn't want to move away from him, fearing that the moment would be shattered.
The hand that was holding hers temporarily let go, but Gibbs soon captured it again, his fingers sliding slowly between hers and his hand clutching hers from behind. When he began to lightly trace circles over her palm Abby began chewing her bottom lip. She knew she had to try and regain some form of control over her traitorous body, but how could she when she was so turned on?
When he leaned forward, this time to whisper into her other ear, Abby held her breath.
"Sure you're okay? You're breathing heavy." She noticed the hint of amusement in his low voice; he was all too aware of what he was doing to her.
She couldn't help but wonder if he noticed her deep breathing purely because they were so close or if his gaze was that focused on her body...on her chest. Those amazing eyes of his stirred her hormones up into a frenzy on a daily basis, but to think that he was now looking at her in a lustful way, that he might be getting as riled up as she was, only amplified her longing for him even more.
Several people in the elevator started to argue but Abby didn't care, and from the way Gibbs' fingers slipped just under the hem of her t-shirt to brush over her skin neither did he.
She was grateful that his actions were hidden by the other bodies crowded around them, because she didn't want him to stop. This slow and drawn out teasing was only making her want more, and when Gibbs trailed a finger along the waistband of her pants Abby suspected he was doing his best to get her even more worked up.
"God it's hot in here," she breathed out quietly.
Deciding she was going to beat him at his own game, Abby shifted the weight of her feet, her ass brushing against him intimately and sending a rush of heat and moisture between her legs. Gibbs shuffled behind her, his legs moving further apart so her feet were now in between his.
Unable to stop herself, Abby let images of the two of them together flood into her mind. She pictured them naked, Gibbs standing behind her like he was now, nothing keeping him from her as he bent her forward, nudged her legs apart and pushed inside her.
She was sure everyone else in the elevator would be able to hear her labored breathing as she imagined his strong hands on her hips, his body thrusting against her, inside her. Abby licked her dry lips at the thought of how his mouth and hands would feel on her as he drove her wild, how he would sound when he groaned her name.
In an instant, the pounding in her chest was soon mirrored by the throbbing between her legs. She needed to get out of there before she made a fool of herself, but there was nowhere to go.
As if someone had heard her plea, the elevator unexpectedly jolted to life and Gibbs was pressed forward into her, his hand spreading out over Abby's abdomen to stop her from losing her balance.
When the doors opened on the first floor they came to, everyone jostled to get out, Gibbs and Abby remaining at the back of the elevator. She began to take a step forward but Gibbs kept his hold on her, whispering as the doors closed.